A short laugh greeted this suggestion. "Let us say ten thousand. Half now, half upon successful completion." There was room for negotiation, of course, but 2500 gil was a mere pittance. Admittedly, the job did not sound that hard, but it was a matter of principle.

The question presented itself. Was such a fee worthy of his time? The answer was yes, if barely. This was one of the reasons he so disliked working with others. They insisted on equal pay, and few people would pay a large sum to four people.

Well, small fee or not, this was still easy money, and as such, Zorek would not turn it down.

"Very well," he said in the end, with the air of someone making a great concession - which he was.

"Yes, I too am eager for you to get started. You can get maps from the gaurds on the way out, they will show you approximately where the encampement is." He smiled, and gave a dismissive gesture, heading out a side door.

Mahou listened for a while to the conversation, content to sit silently to the side. She decided that it would be more effective is she went ahead of them and made her way towards the guards at the gate.

*The gaurd nods, and hands over one of a number of identicle maps. It shows the surrounding area, with a medium-sized circle over where the encampment is believed to be. It is in an odd position, apparently in a cave that is almost surrounded by hills on all sides, with one stable path leading to it.*

He glanced around, motioning for the others to follow him, and slowly started to head in the direction the map was hinting at. After several steps, however, he stopped, as if waiting for the group to follow him.

Mahou studied the map until the tiniest detail. "Hm. Should be simple for an elf." She began walking giving no indication that she planned on working with the rest of them. As she walked she checked the status of her weapons and armor.

Zail frowns, folding her arms over her breasts. This is not good. She has seen what happens when multiple people work independently on the same thing like this. True, it was hunting, and not finding evidence of rebellion, but...

Her face clearing, she twists at the 'waist' to look at the relatively quiet fourth applicant for the job.

"Will you, at leatht, consssider working with me? I really don't think that independent work will leave usss doing anything other than getting in each other'th waysss...."

Zorek, ignoring the gaggle of associates trailing along behind him, headed out of town and towards the trail marked on the map. Finding the place would not be overly difficult. All he need do was to follow the directions of the map and continue walking.

OOC: ::blandly:: And so, the topic abruptly suffered an early death, because the person running it did not have the characters run into anything of interest, and the character in the lead did not do anything of interest, while the others followed him. Whoopee.

OOC: Sorry! Mysobad! (Someone kick/kill me next time I show up in the chat, I deserve it!). I fear I ended up going on vacation for a week and did not manage to post here that such a thing was going to come to pass. I will, in fact, be posting here tonight/tomorrow. Sorry! Please don't send after me >.<

IC: *The walk itself, rather uneventful, was realitively short, spanning the time of about an hour and a half. About this point Zorek, and all the others, could see the narrow pass that was the only easy access to the cave where the band's suspected base was*

Upon sighting the pass, Zorek nodded to himself and turned to face the others.

"I suggest that you stop following me now," he said simply, "When the time comes, I will find you."

With that, the assassin turned back towards the ascending path. It would, certainly, be watched. Equally certainly, that would do the people above no good. Drawing the darkness around him, Zorek merged with the shadows and slipped silently upwards along the path.

*Khoray lost sight of Zorek instantly as he vanished into the shadows. As Zorek continued forwards down the path he, at first, saw nothing of note, until he approached the cave closer, where he saw, somewhat indestinctly, a number of armored figures crouching behind the small bushes that had managed to grow around the cave.*

Plying close to one wall of the small 'pass', she manages to slither up one side of it, only moving in along the wall once she is well above eye-level, hoping that the green of her scales, the brown of her shirt and hair, and the pale tan of her skin will help her to blend into the rock, or at least look like a shadow, if she is being watched from above.

As she moves, she makes a single gesture to Max to come along as well, but she's more or less given up on trying to get the group working as a team.

Hopefully, she will be able to sneak around the 'wall' of the cleft and cliff face, and come down behind one of the guards.

*Max shuffled carefully after the naga, doing his best to watch his surroundings carefully. Zorek, almost at the cave entrance by now, heard a thin whistle cutting through the air, originating from somwhere above path level behind him. Khorhay could hear it to, if barely, and it seemed to originate somewhere just a little ahead of his current position.*